MUSIC 4 MASS MURDER PART II

Lacerate my body til my limbs go cold
The devil told me sign here, yeah Im sold
I dont fit that mold, crafted from a dead soul
Breathing in the black mold, I dont need your wack flow

If the drummer boy hit you, aint no snare, issa gun
These bullets burn a hole through your heart, take a tums 
The rockets made him shit himself, gave that boy the runs
Im waiting on the prophecy to bring the black hole sun

You can pray that Ima fail Im here to stay
Mixing up the blood drops in my champagne
Pushing in your head like a baby’s skull, I swear Im sane
Fuck what gang you claiming, Missing going all the fucking way

Defiling holy lands with the blood of these virgins
Im stomping in the tall grass, weeding out the serpents
I could never keep a 9-5, Im not a servant
Your life just seems so miserable, you should drink detergent

Bitch Im on my bullshit, with full clips
Im not rocking with your fake cliques, got fake clicks
All these bitches tryna play tricks like bait switch
The beam will give you lasik, mental fucked, im brain sick

Aint nobody is as fucked as me
Maybe this whole country got something wrong chemically 
Fluoride and some atrazine, hidden in the water streams
Theres chemicals and microplastics in about everything 

Bitch you cant avoid this aint cod theres no redeploy
Kill you in the zone, in the state of the flow
Bitch stay employed stay a slave no choice
I wont kneel to your ploy gripping toys let me show you wants in store
You dont want war with the boy with the snakes who likes gore

Im in love with morgue, with the bodies to explore
With the corpses Ive been hiding inside the floorboards, I shouldn’t have been born

Rocking back and forth while my eyes are on the clock
I don’t deserve to be alive please just lock me in a box
He envious of what he lost, he wants back in then kick rocks
I dont feel bad you went through shit, I hope you hang the knot

Triple6Disciple (prod. wxrst)

Aw shit
You wanna talk like this?
I sold my soul get it, I cant teach it Im just so damn sick
If I said it then I meant it, turn a gangster to a piss stain
Rapture the unholy, sent to hell, worldly disdain 

You went from hating to fan cuz I bring the heat like a Stanley 
Id rather live life in a van then make a fucking Plan B
You fucking with the D the E the A the D
Underworld is where Im headed but they gon bow to me

Living like its do or die
If i wanted to be like you I would be bitch
Homicide to genocide
Get a taste for the blood, now the rivers run red bitch

Step back lil pussy before I crack yo egg
Please come take the bounty if you really want my head
Bite the hand that feeds when the feed turning deadly
Stryker Model 810 splitting bone hold it steady

Trigger Finger (prod. Lil Paccy)

Playing pretend like I give a fuck, snaking my way through the fakes of the flood
When I was young I could see what it was, I never fit in, but I gotta buzz
I got into blood, i got into everything except feeling love, but i love drugs
I got into hurting myself for the sake of the rush
There is no person that I really trust

Orchestrate war for the rich to get richer, funded by taxes, civilians suffer
Reptilian govern ignoring the hunger
Reducing the number of people who wonder

Dying way slower than I want to, the ritual needs me to shove a whole spear through 
Couldnt care less what youve been through, Im at the gallows, we hanging the fools

Digging up the caskets of the motherfuckin holy son
Walking through the deserts, whats been covered up?
Raising all the dead, tryna find the hidden Nephilim
Spreading limbs, subjecting him to hours of that mutilation 

Just like a lesbian, got that strap on me
No vegetarian, handle the beef
Ouija vulgarian, vulture cimmerian, suppressing the arians, families will grief

Sacrifice loved ones to channel the hate through
Terrorize sacralized, sorry I had to
Synthesize paradise blowing down K-2
Antagonize, brain is fried, what am I supposed to do? 

Get the fuck away from me, gallows made with cherry tree
Ill make you all remember me, dismember your whole family tree

Tagging all the bodies where they drop and lay
You thought you really had me, not today
Medicated zombie, walking through the lobby, got it ready on me, fuck up your day
You a carbon copy, Dreading like the Freddie, for your own safety stay the fuck away

Suicidal Pistol Grip (prod. wxrst)

Who is that with all the static? Breaking in the Vatican 
Human erratic dramatic, psychedelic pathogen
Holy War traumatic, dogmatic Im breaking in the den
Semi-automatic the devil, sporadic panicking

Sorry you dont like the message, cryptically teaching a lesson
Speech is a cynical weapon, spreading them lies like a reverend 

Let go all hope from the get go
You wont live to see tomorrow
Shed no tears, empty sorrow
No more time for you to borrow

I cant tell you the truth
If I did youd grab the noose
Cant prepare for despair
Just pray that you dont lose

You rappers talk crazy like you really something, reality hits in the street
Kill me like kennedy, death is my remedy
9 milli tempting me, zip up the body bags and dump in the creek

Light the joint and circle back
Shell shocked like a turtle back 
Cock it back my brain intact
Power like the tesseract 

Get off of my dick, Ive been dodging all these petty bitches
You aint on shit, Gucci repping pansies sleep in ditches

Skinwalker (prod. MAJZKLUANI)

Pistol packing, pissed off smacking
Dying is your latest fashion
Whip it how I did it, taking drugs is a passion
Laughing at us suffer all these dickheads living lavish
Beam through your chest, you can call me Raditz

Laser at your dome like Im toting havocs 
Ouija pushing solo Im a counterpart to none
Pushing you to suicide, genocide fanatic
You is second to the one, bow down like a nun 

Fuck a shank, spark yo jaw, draco make yo head spin
Do not like to talk, fuck the spot up like a whirlwind 
Send us all to hell, this whole world cast in sin
Please give me immunity I wanna watch the world end

Catch me in a Z, Im not whipping in no ghost
Fuckboy catch some z’s, I can see you in the scope
I dont like this industry, go up in smoke
Death is gonna set you free, hang up the rope

Fucking with gorilly the ten tall godzilly, we gon touch a hundred milly
Pretend bars, you silly, you washed up no kidding
Dont step wrong, its deadly
Chernobyl your whole city to disintegrate society

They telling me the money is gon get to me nah Ima get the cheddar
You aint even on the beat, you yapping like you better
Rece is piecing up these fuckboys, lifeless in the gutter
Take one with me back home to watch it discolor

Cryptic Visions Of Dead Religion feat Rece’s Aura (prod. Zodiacc)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]